Richard Wright from Pink Floyd dies at 65

[HerringRollins]

I am at a loss for words. Some of the best times in my teen years were spent seeing and jamming with music from "the Floyd".

"Oh by the way whick one's pink?"

He was a great musician, a visionary unafraid to try new things and directions. Of course, the drugs and psychedelics pushed them to new dimensions, but they managed tp survive unscathed. (all for the exception of Syd Barrett, who ended up ina mantal hospital)


I think he was knighted by the queen along with some other members.

To you I say, Sir Richard Wright:

"Shine on you Crazy Diamond"



Pink Floyd member Richard Wright dies at age 65
Sept. 15, 2008, 11:47 AM EST
LONDON (AP) -- A Pink Floyd spokesman says founding member Richard Wright has died. He was 65.
Wright died Monday after a battle with cancer at his home in Britain. His family did not want to give more details about his death. The spokesman is Doug Wright, who is not related to the artist.
Richard Wright met Pink Floyd members Roger Waters and Nick Mason at college and joined their early band Sigma 6.
Sigma 6 eventually became Pink Floyd and Wright wrote and sang some of the band's key songs. He wrote "The Great Gig In The Sky" and "Us And Them" from Pink Floyd's 1973 "The Dark Side of the Moon."
He left the group in the early 1980s to form his own band but rejoined Pink Floyd for their 1987 album "A Momentary Lapse of Reason."

[HerringRollins]

Shine On original 1966 video:

[DarkSkies]

Man, that is a bummer. A lot of those years were hazy for me, remember something about purple barrells and funny characters on paper.

Here's one of my favorite songs of theirs, those lyrics are powerful to me. RIP, Rick.

[DarkSkies]

Thought I would put this up in honor of Rick, Gary Hull, My Dad, and all those who have passed over to the other side, seemingly before their time.


"Time"

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.